This is my first story so any feedback is greatly appreciated.
Saturday
Ugh. It was saturday.
Saturdays used to mean sleeping in, long hot showers, going out to breakfast and reading books cuddled up on the lounge.
Now they meant getting up early to go sit in the cold and watch him play.
That was always followed by waiting for him to return home drunk and fall asleep on the lounge or roll into bed.
I had only lived in the city for 2 months so I had no friends of my own as I spent all my time either with him or working long hours at my new job.
Over those 2 months I had grown increasingly resentful, towards not only him but my life with him.
If I did accompany him to the club to drink I was made to talk to his mates and their snobby little girlfriends.
The girls made it clear that they didn't like me and that I was the odd one out.
They were all petite city girls with daddys money, designer everything and private school educations.
I was by no means petite or even small, had grown up in the country, gone to public school and was generally more of a tomboy.
I dragged myself out of bed and threw on some clothes before getting in the car with him.
The drive was awful, between the traffic and the fact I just wanted to scream and cry at him about how much I wanted to go home. But I knew that complaining would only get me punished.
I watched his game before he dropped me home, changed into some clean clothes and headed off to get drunk at the club and likely hook up with some slut in the backseat.
I had did some housework, had dinner, showered and read, by now was 12 PM and he had not come home so I went to bed feeling lonely and broken.
'God, what time is it?' I muttered sleepily despite the fact I doubted anyone was there to hear me.
'Great.' It was now 1 AM and he was still out, I drifted back into sleep wondering why I even bothered.
I woke again to a sharp pain in my right breast, I cried out before realising I couldn't move or see.